With her isles of green and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fluid light.
"For the Source of Glory uncovers his face,
And the brightness o'erflows unbounded space;
And we drink, as we go, the luminous tides,
In our ruddy air and our blooming sides.
Lo! yonder the living splendors play;
Away on our joyous path, away!
"Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres,
To weave the dance that measures the years.